[ME] icy what you did there

Deimos

Dare we know the halo's hanging low

The chaos persisted – and he kept a watchful eye on the scene, gaze narrowing slightly and he tilted his head curiously as some stray snowballs seemed to come from nowhere at all, and then Iskra was whipping his scarf around the periphery. “You all right?” he called to the other man – uncertain if there was an unseen threat, or something they needed to be concerned with.

But then there were reactions and assaults flying – he couldn’t help but laugh, another deep rumbling accord, as Theea sought to respond. Tricky and crafty to be certain, as the lob went flying over the portions of his fortress. Were he a lesser prepared individual, it might’ve descended and scattered all around him in some dusty display. Instead, he snickered, then unfurled his Air magic, to send it in a volley of directions, but hopefully flickering right back towards anyone nearby – including Theea, Damien, and Iskra in turn.